Ambition Prevails – a Zim short story inspired by “true” events (Part 1)

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The hut smells of smoke and long dead things. I look in the shaman’s eyes and I only see darkness and danger. I look over to Charles, who sits beside me on the goat hide mat. His face is scrunched like a toddler observing one of life’s many intricacies for the first time. How determined he was, and still is. Why did I allow him to rope me into this?

“We’ll be rich,” he told me.

“An overnight success.”

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Shaman – A Consuming Darkness excerpt

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Tari didn’t know the ground could be so brutal. With her sandals off, she can feel the tiniest stones in the dirt. It’s as if someone took time to sharpen them, and for her inconvenience. Will she see blood if she looks under her feet?

She resists the urge to scratch her soles with every step. The hut they go to is a few meters away, but she dreads the pain in store for her. She feels every step like she walks through a field of thorns. Maybe if she had unshakable faith, she could walk the path as effortlessly as a religious zealot walks over a bed of smouldering coals.

They were told to remove their shoes by an elderly woman. She is dressed in what passes as traditional garb – a blue and green printed head scarf and a wraparound garment with green and beige prints. She wears seed and wooden bead jewellery around her ankles, wrists and neck. Although she too is barefoot, she doesn’t seem to suffer for it.

Tari wishes she could fare as well.

When she looks to Mr and Mrs Naka, she doesn’t find kindred spirits. They too just proceed like it’s a stroll in the park on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Mrs Naka’s face appears frozen in a frown, with the corners of her lips drooping slightly. Tari wishes not to look like that when she is her age, or any age for that matter.

When Mr Naka suggested they see a Shaman, the voice of reason only nudged her. When she was driving them to see Chiroveso, it nagged her. But now, barefoot and gullible like a toddler, it screams at her.

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Only A Glimmer – a poem

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You give me only glimmers

Most times I’m in the dark

I want to feel your light on my face

I want to know you’re there

 

I stumble in the gloom, I fall a couple of times

And every time I stand, I want to see you there

When not a flicker comes from you, I stumble once more

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Strangled – A Consuming Darkness excerpt

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When she parks her car, a young man in overalls appears from behind one of the buildings. He walks over to her. A scrawny dog follows behind him. She doesn’t get out of the car. She instead half opens her window.

“Hello,” she calls out to him.

He comes very close, and lowers his face to look at her. His breath steams the window.

“Hello.”

His voice is deep and incongruous with his lanky body.

The little dog now rests just under her car door.

“I’m looking for Mr and Mrs Naka.”

He turns his head back as if searching for them. When he returns to her, his face is contorted like she shines a light in his eyes. The edges on his jaw become that much more defined.

“They are in the fields right now. I can take you to them.”

He points into the mango orchard.

“They are not very far.”

She holds her door disengage, but then eyes the mongrel. She has never been comfortable around strange dogs. It doesn’t help that a couple of years ago, she was almost bitten by her neighbour’s unruly dog when she had gone there to deliver his lost mail. She quickly escaped and slid the gate closed before the rabid beast had sunk its teeth in her leg. She has liked dogs less since then.

“Get away,” the guy hisses at the dog.

It’s like the animal disgusts him all of a sudden.

When it responds sluggishly, he threatens it with a kick. The mutt quickly escapes with a yelp before his gumboot connects with its bony rear end. Tari looks at the dog scamper away, now feeling sorry for it.

She opens her door and gets out of the car. When she gets close to the guy, she can smell his sweat, not fresh sweat, but days old sweat.

He stares at her for an uncomfortable while like she is an alien descended from the sky. She gets a good look at his face. It is very geometric, like it was carved out of wood. There is very little fat on it. The flesh clings and wraps onto the bone like saran wrap.

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Homemade Meals For The Busy Guy: Spaghetti In Mushroom, Veggies And Balsamic

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I love spaghetti. It’s easy to prepare, tasty and it cooks quickly. You rarely go wrong with a spaghetti dish, whether meat laden, vegetarian or vegan. When I’m feeling lazy, or I’m particularly busy, spaghetti is always my go-to starch. I recently discovered the awesome combination of mushroom and balsamic vinegar. I decided to try it out with a spaghetti dish.

This recipe is 100% vegan and super easy to make. You (and your dinner guest) won’t believe you’re already done.

How to make the spaghetti

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